Seriously, I want to get a taste of your writing for a change. So here's the deal: If you are on Twitter, all you have to do is write a series of Tweets that when put together make a short-short-story. If you're not a Tweeter, a "tweet" is a string of words no longer than 140 characters total; including spaces and punctuation. The stories should be no less than 3 Tweets and no more than 5 Tweets. All stories must have a Christmas theme - beginnning, end, and must maintain a pg-13 rating; some of my creative writing students follow me. They can be scary, funny, suspenseful or inspirational. And for all you poets out there, they can be in poetic format as well. Next, paste them in the comments section below. It's that easy.Doesn't that sound like fun?

So what's the Prize, you ask? I hope it's worth the trouble, but I'm offering a A FREE BOOK COVER DESIGN for your next or in process book (ebook or otherwise) - front cover only; I don't do splines and backs. The picture to the right is an example of my work and is the cover of one of my forthcoming novels. Not writing a book? Not interested in a cover? How about a FREE COPY OF THE RUMBLIN', my suspense short-story? Better yet, how about both? Okay. Deal.

Here's an example of what I'm looking for. I posted this a few days ago on Twitter to kind of get the feel for it. It's not a Christmas story, but you'll get the idea....

The War of the Words by Jeff Bennington

Words splash in my eyes like raindrops, dripping, wetting my lips. I taste them. I speak to them and they come to life, roaring back at me.

Big words, little words, scurry about with their claws out, chasing me into a corner. They screech and cry out to me...take me, take me!

I laugh at the evil little letters with ax in hand. Do as I say, or I'll hack your apostrophe off! Do you hear me, you little bastards?

The little things scuttle into corners and cower in fear. One by one they recede into the crevices, slithering back into their dark-hell.

They'll be back. I'll wait - sitting here with my ax.

So there you have it. The Writing Bomb's first contest with tangible giveaways worth over $100! If you have any questions, post them. If I'm unclear about something, let me know. If you want to bribe me - feel free! Good luck and may the best writer win!

Contest ends Christmas Day - December 25th.

Oh, and by the way, I get to pick the winner, but I'll probably pick it according to popular vote; that is if any one dares to comment. And I'm very sensitive, so if no one enters, I will feel very bad about myself and probably get an early start on my winter depression, and you don't want to do that to me - do you? BOOM!

From the 4th shelf squeezed behind boxes, I peered through the space beside the wall. My brother still counted. "Ready or not, here I come!" He turned & began his search. Completely still, I waited while he found my siblings. A quick rap on the door & everything changed. Dad announced, "Santa came!" My siblings rushed the door, & he dodged! As I made my way down dad said, "What's that noise? I think it's Rudolph!" My eyes widened. He picked me up, pointed out the window, & as only a child does, I saw Rudolph in the Christmas Eve sky. I will never forget that moment. He put me down to scurry up the steps, the last to attack the pile of presents; I cared not. I had just experienced Christmas.@zuzanne1972

Speeding down the snow-covered road as fast as it could, the Black Mercedes SL550 Convertible with its top down faced the biting cold with fierce determination. Ignorant of the biting cold against his pale skin, Chace Lawson was used to picking up any sound or sense. The silence of the night had become too much for him to bear.

Lovern turned toward Jahna as she spoke."They said something new is coming. Rhona said these men were from across the water and have walked for many seasons to tell everyone about a new god and his son.They say we should be honoring them,they alone can calm fears and promise a life in a more wonderful place than here." Lovern, her husband, the clan Druid, touched her cheek in reassurance. "Our gods promise us the same,a life with them. I hear nothing different other than they want us to sing to one god and his son. In my travels I have seen other gods that are sung to. Even the Romans, bring their own gods with them. Our gods have allowed us a life here, but if this new one needs our attention, then we will welcome him and his son into our world, as well."

Jeff invited me to enter his competition and I thought it would be rude to refuse - particularly as writing twiction seems to be my forte. You can follow me on Twitter @Jaque_Thay to see a new story each and every day. Until then, here's my entry:

They call me The Grinch

Every kid wants to trap Santa thats a no-brainer, but why stop there? The guy has no true powers. Hes just a figurehead; a delivery man.

Elves are the real deal; they run the workshops, make presents and maintain Santa's sleigh. If you had them you would never run out of toys.

You'll be the luckiest kid in the world; all your friends will envy you. Any toy, every gift - all yours. It'll be like Christmas every day.

So? Will you do it? Lead me to Lapland, I can do the rest. I have this plan, see. It's foolproof. We'll stop Santa forever. Are you with me?

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